I have no amount of words to express how sorry I am that this literally had an unofficially hiatus for two years. I just don't know what happened. It was a mess. But anyone who had despairingly held hope in this fic, here is the final chapter. Love you all and thanks so much for hanging in their. 3 ;)
At maybe nine o'clock Austria woke up, making a terrible racket as he lifted his head from the piano. Key imprints were red on his face, and his glasses had fallen onto the floor, not to mention his hair looked worse than Prussia's. As he bent down to retrieve his glasses, he dark haired nation noticed something else on the floor. A paper that was stained red. Just this second glance gave him all the information he needed. It was Prussia's letter. Austria was just about to leave it lie there, but felt like he shouldn't make more of a mess before Hungary's dinner party. With the paper in his hand and glasses back on his nose, he stood from the piano bench and strode out of the parlor. A wall of smells hit him as Austria entered the kitchen. Hungary was tied up in a apron as she flew about the kitchen checking on different ovens and pans. She only waved to Austria as he stood dumbstruck in the doorway, gaping at the cooking nation.
"I'm having people over tonight and I'm upset. I am no match for France when It comes to cooking but I at least have taste, unlike America! So I guess you can call it Comfort cooking." Hungary explained at the same time stirring a mixture of foods in a bowl. Austria just shook his head, and walked around, looking at all the things she was making. Then he pulled on his own apron.
"Let me help. I can't just let you do all this by yourself!" Hungary handed him her bowl and spoon, and laughed.
"Yeah ok. Just make sure you know what your doing. I am going to impress someone tonight, just you wait. It's going to be a Feast!" They both laughed, and let that fuel their cooking.
The room was so warm, so good smelling, and so light hearted that the pair forgot what had happened earlier. Even though Austria had left the letter in the doorway and Hungary still had red blotches around her emerald eyes. It didn't matter though. This was the most fun either of them had in a long time.
Of course, fun always takes it's toll, and both Austria and Hungary were nodding off in kitchen chair when a loud knock on the door made both of them jump. The Hungarian nation shot out of her seat and rushed to the door. Quickly before she swung the door open, she signaled to Austria for him to make the food into platters. Then she opened the door.
"Hello Miss Hungary!"
"Hello Hungary, thank you for inviting us."
"Hi Hungary."
Three nations stood at the door, probably the ones she had wanted to come the most. Germany, Italy, and Canada were the first to come, which both germanic hosts were glad for. It left time for talking before other people came. HUgary trailed the three new arrvials as they made their way into the parlor. Canada, who had never been at Hungary's house, was whisked threw the estate by an enthusiastic Italy, who knew the back inside out. That left Germany, who stepped right in to help Austria and Hungary prep the rest of the food. In less than an half-hour everything was ready, and the three had taken seats in the parlor to talk. They stayed after from the touchy subject, or else they knew it would ruin the festive dinner party. So it stayed on less hurtful talk. Austria's Piano Skills. Talk about small talk.
Only by the time Italy ushered Canada into the room and said, "And this is the room where Austria would lock me up and starve me with awful food and no pasta." A new visitor had arrived at the Door. Austria got up from the piano, where he had begun to play a song, and made his way to the door. There he twisted the door kniob and jumped back when a very tipsy France collapsed on his doorstep.
"Germany! I need help here!" Austria cried out, startled and beyond himself on how he even got TO the door before collapsing. The blonde Germanic nation appeared a second later, took in the sad sight of the drooling heap of France, and picked him up bridal style and heaved him to the parlor. Italy and Canada ran in when they saw their brother, and neither was surprised to see him passed out drunk.
"Eh, I have something for this. Or well, I could make something for it. I used it a lot during Papa's fights with England. Just give a second." Canada supplied before slipping into the kitchen to mix up whatever his cure was. Germany watched him leave with a small smile and a disgusted glance at France snoring. Italy was hovering around the nation nervously.p
"Wow. I've seen big brother drunk, but this is really bad drunk. I mean, surely you must see that Germany. You've been drunk before!"
"Ah- Yes. I have been drunk, but really ip this is like BAD for France?"
"Yep! Big brother has an incredibly strong tolerance for wine. I've never seen him like this before." Germany shot a nervous glance at Austria and Hungary. They shared his concern. The amount of alcohol France must have consumed...was unthinkable. Canada came back, with a large glass of a light blue mixture. He propped up France and poured the entire glass down his throat. It wasn't even a minute later that a loud burped escaped the French nation's throat and his brilliant blue eyes flicker open. And the first thing he saw was Canada's face.
"Mattie? Is that you?" He said slowly, like he was remembering words. Canada bent down and kissed the stubbed check of his papa.
Germany left the parlor at that point, taking Italy with him. Austria and made some excuse about the food and Hungary caught the cue to follow. Because everyone knew that those two were going to cry, and didn't want cry along with them.
Siting in the hall with Germany, Italy was the closest to the door when the doorbell rang.
"Hello~! Mr. Austria it's Mr. Britain and Mr. America!" Instantly the two Germanic countries steeled up, fists clenching and a vein was exposed along Germany's forehead. America and Britain did say anything. It was probably good because Germany would have taken America down at the first word.
"Ah. Yes thank you Italy. Thank you. Well, I won't go in the parlour right now but-" America and Britain cut him off, making a beeline to the parlour door. Germany followed with Austria and Italy taking him.
The room was quite. France had fallen to the floor, and had his arms a crying Canada. merica's Eyes were wide and he immediately turned to Austria.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MATTIE!" Germany jumped on him and began attacking him.
"WHAT DID WE DO? WHAT YOU DID IS WHAT YOU SHOULD ASKING?" America fought back.
"SOMEONE HAD TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID! WHAT YOU AND FELICANO AND KIKU AND GILBERT DID! SOMEONE HAS TO PAY AT THE END OF A WAR!"
"WHAT ABOUT KIKU THEN! WHAT ABOUT EVERY THING WE WENT THROUGH AND YOU DESTROYED HIM!" At that moment China and Russia walked in, and walked with vague emotion as the two nation brawled across the floor of the parlour. Canada and France were watching two. But no one did anything.
"YOU HAD TO BE STOPPED LUDWIG! THE THREE OF YOU-! IT WASN'T RIGHT!"
"BUT IT WASN'T ME! YOU MUST KNOW! I SHOULD BE HELD FOR MY OWN ACTIONS! HE! GILBERT...he didn't deserve this." Germany looked at America with tears in his stark blue eyes. Both countries were out of breathe, with disheveled clothes and sweaty palms. They were a mess. But still nobody said anything. The silence was intentional. A moment of respect that all that had happened with the humans, the world and the countries themselves. A moment of silence for the people, the memories good and bad and the experiences that had lasted them several years. A moment of silence for the war. A moment of silence for the world.
All ten of them had wet eyes and heavy chests. It came and it passed like the wind. It was a harsh, Almost unfamiliar voice who severed the moment.
"It goes and its passes. All countries have a birth and a resolution. Good thing mine's not quite yet! West, do you mind a room mate!?" Cackled a fresh and beaming Albino, standing in the door of the parlour, unnoticed till he. The Red eyes sparkled in delight as five other tackled him in sobbing hugs. Together again.